Maya
When the night was over, I wallowed in disappointment, and the only person I was angry with was myself. I had waited for a man I knew wouldn’t come. I had trusted a man that had hurt me before. Every hurt I felt now— the heartache, the disappointment, the sorrow— was on me. It felt like s**t to know that this time I had been in control and had done this to myself.
As I sat at my table with everyone getting up to leave, I thought about what Kina had said, that Kyle deserved one more chance. But what had it been when we’d slept together and stayed in the same apartment? Hadn’t that been a second chance after what happened the first time? I didn’t know anymore. All I knew was that I wanted to go him, to sleep and maybe figure it out in the morning. Maybe with the new light of day, ever
